forgotten the tickets; if only I’d cleaned my desk the week before; if only . . . It solved nothing to think of the if onlys. I was in the house the phone rang I answered it. And our lives were changed. . . ‘’Mom Jake’s left He’s gone. Sarah’s crying Jon threw up and the soup boiled over. I can’t deal with it Mom. Can l bring the kids over? Please?’’ I stopped looking for the tickets. I heard Manny toot the horn. We wouldn’t be late for the travelogue. We weren’t going. ‘’Bring them over’’ I said. That was nine months ago. To be perfectly honest- a trait that is more and more dear to me –if we had missed that particular phone call there would’ve been another. Life-changing phone calls are persistent and inevitable. On good days l look at our grandchildren Sarah and Jonathan and smile at the fine job they’re doing coloring their pictures or setting the table. And when they climb into my lap at night and nuzzle their downy cheeks against mine I praise God for the love He brought into our lives.